Womb of earth where seed is sown
to nuture growth for heights unknown,
marching through each season bold
to reach the sky in paradise.
A mother with the ancient strength
does guide the branch to maturation,
to give succour from fertile breast
to mold each spirit in truthful swell.
Guardian through rotating seasons
she gives her all to fold to nourish,
in fostering the reproduction
ensuring generations are sustained.
Her teardrops fall to arid soil
in sighs her essence evaporates
and horns of greed erode her riches
in pain of drought she starts to wither.
Yet forever a mother she will sustain
with spiritual love that never dies
as children seek destructions profit
she silently moans as nipples crack.
Author notes
Use the pic to write a piece on what it makes you feel.
In a list
A contest entry
- Picture or Prompt by rainyday woman.
700 points, ended June 1, 2008, 4 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wonderfully written! Ahh mother nature and her beauty and ability to sustain us whilst renew herself.. if only we didn't cause her so much damage.
Love this!
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My, you certainly caught the feel of the picture with that poem. What a powerful statement. Your always right on spot. Good poem.
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Thank You
Thanks so much for entering my contest. Your pen traverses the paper well. Good luck in the contest and in all you partake of in life.
Cheryl -
Wow
Hey there poet this was one very deep piece of poetry. As times cahnge can mother Earth keep up with man's demands on her. I wonder. But this is exceptional. perfect for the picture
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